we all go to heaven in a little rowboat.

empires come and go but His love is eternal.

https://youtu.be/Wrbo2BuD_0M

i support this initiative; not overtly but through tacit complicity.

'gangstalking' is cope for those with no ability to æffect change in reality.

the state or the nation of israel.

but then, and this is where things get a little more complicated, and maybe a little more uncomfortable, i find myself worrying about the goyim, and like, not in a judgmental way, or in a "we are the chosen people and everyone else is just, like, background characters" kind of way, because that’s not really how i roll, but more in a sociological, anthropological, maybe even spiritual kind of way—like, why is it that so many non-jews seem to struggle so much with forming deep, meaningful, lasting friendships? is it the hyper-individualism? the erosion of religious and communal structures? the rise of digital everything? or maybe just a general sense of alienation in the modern world? and while i’m thinking about alienation and suffering, i can’t help but also think about gaza, and like, the sheer scale of devastation and loss there is almost beyond comprehension, and it’s easy to get lost in the numbers, but every single one of those numbers is a person—a child, a mother, a father, a friend—and the idea that people are living through this kind of horror, with no end in sight, while the rest of the world either debates or scrolls past, it really puts things into perspective, you know? like, what does it even mean to talk about friendship and connection when entire communities are being erased or traumatized? so maybe the real question isn’t why jews make friends so easily or why goyim struggle with it, but how we, as human beings, can start rebuilding real, meaningful, cross-cultural bonds in a world that feels more divided than ever before.

i wake up each morning gripped by a quiet, persistent paranoia that the world is teetering on the edge of something irreversible, a feeling only deepened by my pacifist convictions in a reality so saturated with violence that even the word “peace” feels almost absurd to speak aloud, and yet here i am, a self-identified humanitarian cosmopolitan, a so-called “citizen of the world” who can’t escape the gnawing awareness that the very concept of global solidarity feels increasingly fictional in a time when entire populations are sacrificed on the altar of geopolitical convenience, especially in places like gaza, where the horror of what’s unfolding feels so incomprehensibly vast that it paralyzes me with a sense of helplessness, even as i try to act — i, a wealthy latino man who somehow exists at the strange intersection of marxist-leninist-trotskyist ideology and capitalist practicality, a bisexual individual navigating a world still deeply uncomfortable with fluidity and difference, a traditionally orthodox jew who prays daily for a world of justice while being painfully aware of how little prayer moves the needle in a system designed to protect the powerful.

St. Luigi, the Saint of unified disgust with the ruling class, has blessed the Epstein files event. Trump is making a disasterous mistake every day he continues to hide the files. This is the blessing of St. Luigi.

Sounds like it's time for a revolution.